I suppose, considering her condition, they had a right to think her that which she was not and never had been.

For honesty and maiden virtue never haunted camps.

Only two kinds of women tramped with regiments--the wives of soldiers, and their mistresses.
Yet, somehow her safety must be now arranged, her worth and virtue clearly understood, her needs and dire necessities made known, so that when our army moved she might find a shelter, kind and respectable, within the Middle Fort, or at Schenectady, or anywhere inside our lines.
My pay was small; yet, having no soul dependent on my bounty and needing little myself, I had saved these pitiable dollars that our Congress paid us.

Besides, I had a snug account with my solicitor in Albany.

She might live on that.